Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or read more

Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.

The palest ink is better than the best memory.

The palest ink is better than the best memory.

of thought.

of thought.

A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.

A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.

Friends depart, and memory takes them
To her caverns, pure and deep.

If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so.

If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so.

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.

What we learn with pleasure we never forget.

What we learn with pleasure we never forget.